Month: January 2015

Any day…

“If you could live any day of your life again, what would it be?”, to which she answered: “Any day when my children were small.” Wow. Not her wedding day, not that amazing holiday in Fiji, not the birth of her child, or a skydive, or the first concert, the road trip through France…no. Just any day, picked at random,… Read more →

Disco boats

I love The Wizard of Oz. Always have done. In many ways my journey is like Dorothy’s, with an escape to Oz, a magical journey filled with wonderful people and a return home. BUB.1 knows I love The Wizard of Oz. But he is only five. He plays with my ruby slipper necklace, he loses it down the back of… Read more →

The best and the worst time

I’ve just had possibly the finest few hours of my parenting life. The BUBs played “vets and jungles” while I pottered in my slippers. The baby slept straight after breakfast which left the boys to have a snowman bath bomb, full of delightful squealing and mutual drenching. When she woke up the baby got in too, splashing and standing and… Read more →

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